Living With Intention

Randy and I married young. We were barely into our twenties when we tied the knot. Our son was born 20 months into our union, our daughter four years after that. It's all good. Yet when I think of our early years together, I see the two of us mostly careening from one impulsive, reactive decision to the next. We bought houses. Sold houses. Took jobs. Quit jobs. Moved here. Moved there. Bought stuff. Sold stuff. Bought more stuff.

Looking back, I'm stunned at our impulsiveness.

This year, as we near the third decade of our life together, there's a change in the air. Randy and I have begun to arrange our lives with a greater sense of intention and purpose. Together, we've looked at what we want our lives to look like, to feel like, to be like. We've talked about what's most important to us, about what we want to keep and what needs to go.

We've made some decisions.

And so yes, we're moving. Again.
To a town that's an hour south.
We're selling a house and buying another one.
Randy's starting a new job.
I'm devoting more hours to an old one.

But this time, for probably the first time, we know why we're doing what we're doing. We want to deepen existing friendships and forge new ones. We want to serve our church instead of simply warming a pew. We desire greater community. More hours together.

Most of these changes will take place within the next two weeks.

And we can hardly wait.